2 years ago we rented a beach house in Cayucos. It was on Morro Strand State Beach. As soon as we got to the house and saw the view, we walked right out the back door, down the steps and onto the sand. It was amazing.
As we walked along the water, I saw a sand dollar. A perfectly whole sand dollar. I was very excited. You just don't find sand dollars on the beach very often. Or ever. It was a gift from the sea on my first day.
I carefully placed it in our shell collecting bucket where it was promptly broken by James throwing a large rock on top of it.
I was terribly disappointed. But I stayed positive. "Oh well, I have a whole week to find another one. It will be my mission."
The next morning we went for an early morning walk on the beach. Guess what I found? And then guess what I found? And then, and then, and then.
The beach was covered with them.
I love this beach.
It is absolutely beautiful.
The boys put on their climbing shoes, bought just for this trip and this rock, and up they all went.
James climbed the whole thing himself. He just scampered right up like a mountain goat.
William also did the whole thing by himself. He just wanted Daddy to be near as a precaution.
VICTORY!
A father and his sons.
But don't think for one second that you can leave the daughter out of this adventure. She was furious the moment they started climbing this rock without her. She tried to go after them, and finally Aaron took her part way up. Oh that girl.
So the five of us walked along the beach singing Baa Baa Black Sheep, The Itsy Bitsy Spider and every other song we knew. It is one of my favorite memories of the trip.
We also saw this house for sale.
Yes please.
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